Hell hath no fury like a woman with superpowers scorned, and few romantic comedies are as hellish and relentlessly unfunny as My Super Ex-Girlfriend.
After a five-year hiatus behind the camera, director Ivan Reitman (Ghostbusters, Kindergarten Cop, Dave) fails miserably to inject any sense of fun or energy into Don Payne's leaden screenplay.
The simple and intriguing premise - guy falls for girl, discovers she's a clingy superhero, dumps her and lives to regret it - is ripe with comic potential. Unfortunately, My Super Ex-Girlfriend never once lives up to its promise.
The willowy Uma Thurman, who would seem perfectly suited to the role of a deranged super-powered wraith, misplaces the impeccable comic timing she demonstrated so brilliantly in Prime.
The object of the vengeful heroine's rage is successful architect Matt Saunders (Wilson), a lonely 30-something who yearns to find love in New York.
He thinks he has found the perfect match in pretty art gallery worker Jenny Johnson (Thurman).
The relationship goes from strength to strength: so much so, that Jenny summons the courage to make a shocking confession: she is really superhero G-Girl, a black-clad saviour of the world with the ability to fly and emit laser beams from her eyes.
Alas, it soon becomes clear that the relationship is doomed to failure but Jenny doesn't take no for an answer, especially when it is clear Matt has always secretly loved his pretty work colleague, Hannah Lewis (Anna Faris).
Characters are two dimensional, at a push, and the most nagging question - what does the G of G-Girl stand for? - remains unanswered right up to the jolly animated closing credits, which are arguably more fun than the film that precedes them.
Movie double-acts come in all shapes and sizes ...and with varying degrees of success.
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